Crimson snow 歌词

	作曲 : Andersson, Andersson
	Wintermorning
	The scream remain from last night when he skilfuled took her life
	It's not heroic
	When he slices them with a knife but his desire dies
	He is killing for pleasure
	To decrease his desire
	How many bodies can we count now
	You have made the crimson snow
	Another victim
	Was found couldn't be recognized he must have felt joy
	Hear my warning
	Don't walk under the dark sky cause he roams when it falls
	He is killing for pleasure
	To decrease his desire
	How many bodies can we count now
	You have made the crimson snow
	It must have burnt like a fire to get caught and facing a trial
	He must pay for his crimes sentenced to death for all those lives
	Executed He will be on our
	TV screens they are going to fry his brain
	In the electric chair
	We see his eyes turning red when he slowly joins the dead
	He was killing for pleasure to decrase his desire
	Now his body is melted entertainment we created

	zuo qu : Andersson, Andersson
	Wintermorning
	The scream remain from last night when he skilfuled took her life
	It' s not heroic
	When he slices them with a knife but his desire dies
	He is killing for pleasure
	To decrease his desire
	How many bodies can we count now
	You have made the crimson snow
	Another victim
	Was found couldn' t be recognized he must have felt joy
	Hear my warning
	Don' t walk under the dark sky cause he roams when it falls
	He is killing for pleasure
	To decrease his desire
	How many bodies can we count now
	You have made the crimson snow
	It must have burnt like a fire to get caught and facing a trial
	He must pay for his crimes sentenced to death for all those lives
	Executed He will be on our
	TV screens they are going to fry his brain
	In the electric chair
	We see his eyes turning red when he slowly joins the dead
	He was killing for pleasure to decrase his desire
	Now his body is melted entertainment we created

	zuò qǔ : Andersson, Andersson
	Wintermorning
	The scream remain from last night when he skilfuled took her life
	It' s not heroic
	When he slices them with a knife but his desire dies
	He is killing for pleasure
	To decrease his desire
	How many bodies can we count now
	You have made the crimson snow
	Another victim
	Was found couldn' t be recognized he must have felt joy
	Hear my warning
	Don' t walk under the dark sky cause he roams when it falls
	He is killing for pleasure
	To decrease his desire
	How many bodies can we count now
	You have made the crimson snow
	It must have burnt like a fire to get caught and facing a trial
	He must pay for his crimes sentenced to death for all those lives
	Executed He will be on our
	TV screens they are going to fry his brain
	In the electric chair
	We see his eyes turning red when he slowly joins the dead
	He was killing for pleasure to decrase his desire
	Now his body is melted entertainment we created

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